One gig to rule them all, one gig to find them, One gig to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. Chock-full of indie youth it was, but there will come a day far, far in the future when last night's Foals gig will be a half-forgotten memory to all who attended. Facts about the event will blend with folklore. Some half-truths will creep in, others will creep out; events will be spun more than Alistair Campbell at a clay pot-making class. I once heard that in the eighties, a late friend of my dad's busted Bono in the chops right up on stage. Admittedly, the details were hazy and lacked the necessary corroboration for me to take his claim to fame seriously. He was a drunk with a Napoleon complex so he may have just clobbered an Irishman with long hair, sunglasses and the ego the size of Kent. The point I'm trying to make is this: spin and subjectivity is everywhere. However, spin and subjectivity can take a walk on this occa...